Monday, September 14, 2009

before boston

the day you turned 18- us
all night at Anna's
the rain on every window
a sanctuary

your mom gave you a
ukelele. we felt fine
drinking tea and art
the "last time"

we lit one candle
there's just one you, anways
i put it in nutella
none of us can bake

and when you smiled
he comlimented your teeth
even though i know
you can't get braces before you leave

it's just as importaint as
growing up-
Before Boston.

1 comment:

  1. nice rhythm; sounds like good friends having a good time together.